Two months later.
"Boss, why did you choose the Samadhi True Fire Technique? It's quite ordinary, only somewhat useful in Alchemy. It would be better if you learned the Golden Light Flying Sword Technique like me, at least..."
In a corner of the cafeteria, the mischievous boy Chen Polu lay by the table, chattering at Zhao Sheng, looking as if he was frustrated at his lack of ambition.
Zhao Sheng leisurely drank his medicinal porridge, completely ignoring the chatter of the person next to him.
Around the two, over a dozen youths focused on eating their meat and porridge, not daring to get involved at all.
"Hey, Boss, at least say something..." Chen Polu said, his mouth dry, but seeing that his boss was unresponsive, he grew three parts annoyed.
